It's my sister's contriving.' 'You seem to have a good sister.' 'She ain't half bad,' said the boy; 'but if she knows her letters it's the most she does--and them I learned her.' The gloomy Eugene, with his hands in his pockets, had strolled in and assisted at the latter part of the dialogue; when the boy spoke these words slightingly of his sister, he took him roughly enough by the chin, and turned up his face to look at it.
'Well, I'm sure, sir!' said the boy, resisting; 'I hope you'll know me again.' Eugene vouchsafed no answer; but made the proposal to Mortimer, 'I'll go with you, if you like ?' So, they all three went away together in the vehicle that had brought the boy; the two friends (once boys together at a public school) inside, smoking cigars; the messenger on the box beside the driver.
'Let me see,' said Mortimer, as they went along; 'I have been, Eugene, upon the honourable roll of solicitors of the High Court of Chancery, and attorneys at Common Law, five years; and--except gratuitously taking instructions, on an average once a fortnight, for the will of Lady Tippins who has nothing to leave--I have had no scrap of business but this romantic business.' 'And I,' said Eugene, 'have been "called" seven years, and have had no business at all, and never shall have any.

And if I had, I shouldn't know how to do it.' 'I am far from being clear as to the last particular,' returned Mortimer, with great composure, 'that I have much advantage over you.' 'I hate,' said Eugene, putting his legs up on the opposite seat, 'I hate my profession.' 'Shall I incommode you, if I put mine up too ?' returned Mortimer.

'Thank you.

I hate mine.' 'It was forced upon me,' said the gloomy Eugene, 'because it was understood that we wanted a barrister in the family.

We have got a precious one.' 'It was forced upon me,' said Mortimer, 'because it was understood that we wanted a solicitor in the family.